This is a follow up to Memoirs of a Slovak. The story follows a young Slovakian manager making his start into the world of football management in a foreign country. During which he goes through the high's of footballing success and the lows of losing the love of his life and the affects it is having on his personal life.
You can catch up on the story by reading clicking this link HERE.
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Author Notes- First I would like to thank everyone who read the first instalment of this story, your kind words of praise and encouragement helped me finish it and continue onto this one.
Just a reminder that this is still a learning curve for me and I once again apologise for any grammatical or spelling mistakes.
Game Notes - This game is being played on version 10.0.2 using a small database. The following league's are loaded....Belarus,Bulgaria,Croatia,Czech Rep,England,Lithuania,Romania,Russia,Serbia,Slovak ia,Slovenia and Ukraine.
Sunday 29th May 2011
I awoke to a throbbing headache and sharp pain down my arm. Slowly I regain my awareness and struggle to focus in front of me.
* * *
It was indeed another wild night on the town, long gone are the days of drinking alone in my run down,single bedroomed apartment, which is gone now I might add. I now live in a much more expensive, two bedroom place up town with built in decking and jacuzzi. Thank You pay rise.
In January, following our triumphant return to the A League, I was offered a new two year contract that would double my existing salary.
* * *
'Ruff as a badgers ****' or so the saying goes, apparently. My assistant happens to be English and as much as it pains me to say it, his one liners are rubbing off on me.
Mark Robinson replaced Eddie shortly after our promotion to the A league.
Vetra, the current champions were in need and saw Eddie as an ideal replacement. Financially it was beneficial for him, following Kaunas demotion he took a 40% pay cut and could not afford past luxuries that some might take for granted.
However Mark arrived a few weeks later following a new and yet very surreal experience of interviewing and appointing my new right hand man. The whole process was uncomfortable and mind numbingly boring. My discomfort clearly showed and seemed to make one or two of the potential candidates a lot more nervous.
On the contrary, Mark was a stand out choice, nothing phased him and he answered my questions with ease and enthusiasm. Wither it was down to how bored and hung over I was or that every other interviewee had a monotone, Mark got the job.
* * *
As I attempt to sit up, I feel a sharp tug on my arm. I look down to see some...women, (who's name was a blur to me at that moment) sitting on my arm, explaining the sharp pains.
Over the last year my celebrity status in Kaunas has grown from minor league football manager, to a well known figure in not only the city, but the nation. I, of course have been using my new found fame to sleep with all sorts of women. Age? Height? Weight? does not seem to make too much of a difference, I am always far too drunk to care. You would think my new party attitude would scour my reputation with the media, but it was the exact opposite. Excelling myself as a 'hip and happening new bread of manager that both players and fans got along with'
For now however, my concern was not my raging hangover, but getting my hand free from this gargantuan.
You can catch up on the story by reading clicking this link HERE.
Premium members can access the spam free version for easy reading HERE.
Author Notes- First I would like to thank everyone who read the first instalment of this story, your kind words of praise and encouragement helped me finish it and continue onto this one.
Just a reminder that this is still a learning curve for me and I once again apologise for any grammatical or spelling mistakes.
Game Notes - This game is being played on version 10.0.2 using a small database. The following league's are loaded....Belarus,Bulgaria,Croatia,Czech Rep,England,Lithuania,Romania,Russia,Serbia,Slovak ia,Slovenia and Ukraine.
Sunday 29th May 2011
I awoke to a throbbing headache and sharp pain down my arm. Slowly I regain my awareness and struggle to focus in front of me.
* * *
It was indeed another wild night on the town, long gone are the days of drinking alone in my run down,single bedroomed apartment, which is gone now I might add. I now live in a much more expensive, two bedroom place up town with built in decking and jacuzzi. Thank You pay rise.
In January, following our triumphant return to the A League, I was offered a new two year contract that would double my existing salary.
* * *
'Ruff as a badgers ****' or so the saying goes, apparently. My assistant happens to be English and as much as it pains me to say it, his one liners are rubbing off on me.
Mark Robinson replaced Eddie shortly after our promotion to the A league.
Vetra, the current champions were in need and saw Eddie as an ideal replacement. Financially it was beneficial for him, following Kaunas demotion he took a 40% pay cut and could not afford past luxuries that some might take for granted.
However Mark arrived a few weeks later following a new and yet very surreal experience of interviewing and appointing my new right hand man. The whole process was uncomfortable and mind numbingly boring. My discomfort clearly showed and seemed to make one or two of the potential candidates a lot more nervous.
On the contrary, Mark was a stand out choice, nothing phased him and he answered my questions with ease and enthusiasm. Wither it was down to how bored and hung over I was or that every other interviewee had a monotone, Mark got the job.
* * *
As I attempt to sit up, I feel a sharp tug on my arm. I look down to see some...women, (who's name was a blur to me at that moment) sitting on my arm, explaining the sharp pains.
Over the last year my celebrity status in Kaunas has grown from minor league football manager, to a well known figure in not only the city, but the nation. I, of course have been using my new found fame to sleep with all sorts of women. Age? Height? Weight? does not seem to make too much of a difference, I am always far too drunk to care. You would think my new party attitude would scour my reputation with the media, but it was the exact opposite. Excelling myself as a 'hip and happening new bread of manager that both players and fans got along with'
For now however, my concern was not my raging hangover, but getting my hand free from this gargantuan.
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